As the solstice approaches, I cling to my morning rituals. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, the ritual actually begins the night before. I pack my gym bag, […]
I return to a phrase and a variation of the phrase from Henry David Thoreau’s essay “Walking” (first published in 1862 in The Atlantic), whenever I need to […]
Love starts when fear ends was inscribed in the entryway of the Egyptian Pavilion at this year’s Venice Biennale. The exhibit featured a multi-sensory film by artist […]
Redacting text lives high on my list of techniques for manipulating words, whether found or my own. I don’t remember the origins of the text for today’s […]